Stewards of the earth: What’s next?

Yoga Class with Certified Instructor Parama Williams copy 2Parama received this reading while on retreat at Cotton Tree Lodge in the tropical jungle of southern Belize:

The time has come for a change. Indeed, all over the world, everything is rapidly changing, and forces unseen are causing us all to consider, “Who am I?”, “What am I here to do?” and “How do I know what is best?”

Indeed, these questions have arisen in your hearts and minds as you consider, ponder, deliberate over what’s next.

What’s next for yourselves, for the world, … for humanity at large?

Responding in kind to such looming, grandiose questions may feel like an insurmountable challenge.

Gracious and generous hearts all across the globe would wish to do the right thing in the face of so much suffering, such tragedy, so much uncertainty in the world at large.

Dearest ones, you sit here now united in one common purpose: to do what is best. This sole purpose guides you in your decision-making, your strategizing, and lets you rest in the midst of wakeful hours when you may find yourselves upright in bed, worrying: What do we do next?

cotton tree looking upAs you sit, gathered together, a collective momentum surges through your bodies, and the cotton tree sways in the wind, towering and majestic, like a beacon of hope and strength.

All the moments that anyone has ever experienced at this place are hereby collectivized into this very moment, the one you can feel in your very breath, because all we have is this present opportunity to be of service for humanity in desperate need of awakening to the dawn of a new day.

It falls to certain people, those of us who with the stroke of a pen can determine the future of so many things all at once.

There can be no denying that this place is an extraordinarily special place, a spirit-filled place, and anyone who has ever come here can attest: People leave here changed — whether they come asking to be changed or not – the spirit of this place leaves an indelible mark in the minds and hearts of anyone who has the privilege to glance up at the cotton tree.

group-Alaska:NJ:NY:OR-Dec 25-2015Make no mistake, dearest council, that you’ve been appointed at this hour to be stewards – to carefully and thoughtfully handle a precious gift that can only be received and never, ever given away, bought, or sold to the highest bidder.

When you look into your hands and find yourselves holding the gem of eternity, do you toss it away? Do you deny the exquisite beauty and tremendous responsibility that has been granted to you by the wisdom keepers of this place?

Breathe deep, dear ones. The answers are in the air, the spirit that is alive in you and in the trees.

Go ahead, close your eyes, and take a moment to feel your heart. Its rhythmic beating is the lifeblood and the marching step that will guide your every move. So, synchronize your drumbeats, my friends, for there can only be one mind, one hear, in service to the creator.

Never mind what could have been, what should have been, the petty arguments and squabbles over a past that is dead and gone. When an animal dies in the jungle, is it left there to be agonized over, analyzed, debated over? No, the forces of nature swiftly and efficiently ensure that every scrap of that animal’s body is consumed and recycled into the earth, perfectly attuned to stay in balance with universal law.

Waste no time fretting over deals lost, those ancient skeletons you clutch to your breasts, missing out on the present moment.

turtle in roadFrom today forward, consider yourselves stewards of a resource that cannot be bought or sold, because it belongs to everyone. Future generations will receive a priceless gift because you have opened your eyes today, my friends, and you’ve opened your hearts to new possibilities within yourselves and around you.

No, things can never be the same.

Like the screeching heron whose shrill cry echoes over the Moho River, you can hear the clarion call to achieve greatness, to let go of limitations, to let your small ideas die and be reborn to something more lofty, more divine, closer to Heaven itself.

Stand and gaze beneath your cotton tree, and lest the angels mock you, let yourselves be in awe of its grace. Receive the gift that is already here, and trust your hearts.

group pic w Fabiola:IndiraYou cannot give away something that does not belong to you. Consider the faces of your children looking up at you. To them, you are gods.

Consider the children – the future generations – where will they go? Where will they go to feel the spirit of God when you are no longer here?

Your opportunity is now. Choose wisely, my golden-faced stewards, and seal your documents with love, for God’s sake, for the good of all.

 

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